Phat Crispy - Indiana Jones lyrics

[Intro] Yo... Indiana Jones, Indiana Jones n***a... [Verse 1] I just want the type of life where I'm in Rio for the weekend I ain't the type of rapper that'll talk without speaking Recognition for my rhymes is all that I'm seeking When I get invited to the Grammys, I'mma still sneak in 'Cause I ain't gon' change with a chunk of change And I ain't gon' play with a bunch of lames See the whole damn net go up in flames, my album must be leaking I just wanna be in the top MC list, reppin' Queens when they speak of me Dude's no joke, all his lines are quotes, and his flow's so dope they f**in' love me Love to hate me, hate to love me, when I'm done you will respect me I'mma have this rap game all shook up, just call a n***a Elvis Presley Yeah, just remember that I said it And when you hear that real sh** you better gimme credit (n***a) I'm just gettin' here and I plan to stay I'm watchin' UFC ringside at Mandalay Bay I'm in a bad whip with bad chicks in Los Angeles I don't trust you with this whip, n***a, f** a valet [Hook] Indiana Jones, Indiana Jones Swear to God, y'all should leave this man alone I'm a raider of the lost art And I'm a f**in' all star Indiana Jones, Indiana Jones Swear to God, y'all should leave this man alone I'm a raider of the lost art And I'm a f**in' all star [Verse 2] You ain't heard about Tenn? You out the loop, kid Extra extra, read all about the scoop kid You don't know by now you ignorant, you stupid You should get out more but you scared to leave you Stoop Kid Yeah, you're steady watchin' your back Ain't nobody bumpin' your tracks I'm here to pick up your slack Lookin' at the Rorschach, all I see is more stacks Yeah, hatin' on me 'cause your life's sh**ty If a n***a wanna try me, always got the knife with me From the streets of Gotham all the way to Vice City Try'na see some nice titties, by the way your wife's pretty Yeah, I'm chillin' with a pair of dimes When it come to mackin', n***a I'm the paradigm I would love to teach you, I can't really spare the time Your style don't compare to mine, somethin' you should bear in mind [Hook] [Verse 3] T-E-double-N the most sadistic, rhymes so vile, and the flow's ballistic Mind so twisted, f** with this kid, piss me off ,man you don't wanna risk it No time for retakes, f** these tracks up 'til I can't see straight Better not cross me, accuse me falsely, I'm Indiana Jones I don't f** with these snakes And they mad at me, callin' you the best is a fallacy Flow semi-automatic, spit rapidly, if you want a dope verse I'm the man to see Yeah, and you n***as chose poorly Now your career is dyin' surely [Hook]